to show his affection
   He was a youth to the end of his days
   Heroic lies
   His coming almost killed her, but it was worth it
   Honest men are few when it comes to themselves
   It was mighty pretty, as Pepys would say
   Jane Austen
   Left him to do what the cat might
   Lie, of course, and did to save others from grief or harm
   Liked to find out good things and great things for himself
   Livy Clemens:  nthe loveliest person I have ever seen
   Marriages are what the parties to them alone really know
   Mind and soul were with those who do the hard work of the world
   Mock modesty of print forbids my repeating here
   Most desouthernized Southerner I ever knew
   Most serious, the most humane, the most conscientious of men
   Nearly nothing as chaos could be
   Never saw a dead man whom he did not envy
   Never saw a man more regardful of negroes
   No man ever yet told the truth about himself
   No man more perfectly sensed and more entirely abhorred slavery
   Not possible for Clemens to write like anybody else
   Ought not to call coarse without calling one’s self prudish
   Polite learning hesitated his praise
   Praised it enough to satisfy the author
   Reparation due from every white to every black man
   Shackles of belief worn so long
   Some superstition, usually of a hygienic sort
   Stupidly truthful
   The ornament of a house is the friends who frequent it
   Truthful
   Used to ingratitude from those he helped
   Vacuous vulgarity of its texts
   Walter-Scotticized, pseudo-chivalry of the Southern ideal
   We have never ended before, and we do not see how we can end
   Well, if you are to be lost, I want to be lost with you
   What he had done he owned to, good, bad, or indifferent
   Whether every human motive was not selfish
   Wonder why we hate the past so—­“It’s so damned humiliating!”